Something more lyrical
For example, Zheng Chouyu's "Buddha's Outer Destiny"
She walked in and said: I will stay
I can only arrive at Haishi Zishi
You come and give me one hundred and eight relics
It is said to be the lovesickness bone of the spark in the previous life
It also uses the heart of the annual rings of the Bodhi tree. Threads
Strung together into a rosary of time
In this life, I am invited to sit down with you
In a quiet cave on a dangerous peak
Two flesh bodies, one yin and one yang
Sitting silently counting the rosary beads for eternity
How do you know that my inner demon is disappearing day and night?
When I pick up flowers, the demon in my heart is smiling
Handwriting one hundred and eight crazy words every morning
I am afraid that love and sin are like nine oxen and practice is like a hair
< p>And you only need to stay for an hour when you comeThe relic has melted into my heart and soul
The Bodhi tree has become one with my life
I can’t see it I can’t see you either, I just feel like
A kiss as cool as dew was printed on my lips
"The Broken Thoughts of Youth"
Childhood, time and memory Stretched
What is unforgettable is
lying on the green grass and looking up
the far-reaching sky
a few stray white clouds
Occasionally a few groups of geese flying south
Causing boundless thoughts
Start from Rain City and end at Dry City
The train runs, just like you
Walking lonely across the earth
Gently, the wind plucks the strings of dreams
Then walking away silently
The grassland , the kite
the bicycle, the lover
the blade that cut the finger
all retreated into the depths of the years
When you Break it with your own hands
The flower that will never bloom
Some voices are calling home
Some sunshine, whereabouts are unknown
My mother’s white clothes never dried
It’s a pain I can’t put away
A bird flying hard,
hit the transparent glass of a skyscraper;< /p>
Times have abandoned my shadow
I betrayed my good will
Walked into the other side of the road
No one, silent
Empty dreams and the setting sun
How many birds have flown throughout their lives
The last wings, wandering in a foreign land
This day
My destiny is destined to be without poetry
The struggle between reality and dreams
The fallen leaves sinking into the ground in late autumn
The red sunset
Losing the warmth of love
How cold your fingertips will be
The night accepts this real world
The wanderer is silent on the road
< p>There are no street lights...You sit alone in the musty rainy season
Cut your fantasy and long hair
The story of the fault and the ground
Every step I take is like walking on thin ice
The sailor's bell
Awakens the sleepiness in my heart
How many young and frivolous dreams
Spread your wings and soar into the sky
Exiled youth, friendship suffers
The woman who once made your heart beat
has long gone with the wind
p>The fallen leaves and dust of the years
The waste of time to reach the heart
Let's go, the dream is calling in the distance
The poet who has been silent for hundreds of years
Still that cold figure
Facing the sunset——
Those people who have carved their names on you
Follow the time early Traveling far
The shouts of maple forest and memory, dry thinking
Whose desire and whose sorrow remain in the ears
An impression of the vicissitudes of time
Put it on the open tomb
If there are no more dreams
Let the sunset take away the wounds of dreams
Your starlight
Burning my blood and youth
I don’t believe in this rain
Flowing the perfect encounter in the lonely mortal world
The wind blows Scars on the earth, trembling red lips
Gray clouds in late autumn
Thoughts spread out from under the red bean tree in the wilderness
Among the fallen leaves
My childhood hometown is very close to me, very close...
Dreams penetrate the mountains, and my destiny is already old
I am thousands of miles away, lighting up your vicissitudes of life with my tears
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You stop flying in your own prophecy
The flame of youth is about to go out
Let me kiss your old age for the last time
Drink for the last time Use your lush solitude